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gently astonished

             daily i am astonished 
             by life's stream of sparkling color 
             its fiery suns and real flowers 
             the purity of the sky's blue

             a taste of fruit in lucid dreams 

             and each stark hour uncluttered 
             carrying but its own destiny 
             offering me-- breathless, speechless-- 
             a kaleidoscope of choices 

             each claiming infinity's grasp

             but i call not any moment mine 
             nor withered memories I clutch 
             neither plan nor chart future joys 
             each pulse but guides me to the next 

             and gently i remain astonished

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